The body of the scattered immortals could not even imagine how to save people from such existences.
On the other hand, when the resurrection heard this, the corners of his mouth slightly raised and his face showed joy.
It is no surprise to the choice of Ji Changfeng, the young master of the demon clan.
After all...this is the best choice.
Nodded and immediately continued to speak.
But at this moment.
Ji Changfeng changed his tone and his angry voice continued to ring.
"So what if the best choice is, it doesn't mean I have to make this choice!"
"Besides, how much faith is there for you guys? Who can guarantee it?"
"Blood breaks the bondage of the immortal, burns the void and unravels the paintings, breaks!"
At the end, Ji Changfeng was excited, angry, and his long hair was flying behind him.
From his mouth, a mouthful of blood spurted out, turning into a blood-colored demonic text and swelling into the scroll burning demonic fire.
"Thorn!"
The next moment, a sound of paper being torn apart sounded.
In full view of everyone, the scroll was divided into two and then burned to pieces in the fire.
As the fire dissipated, a strong formation wave emerged at the location of the scroll.
The formation fluctuates strongly, but it appears for a short time, almost flashing and disappearing.
As the formation fluctuations disappeared, a cold figure appeared above out of thin air.
The figure stood in the air, wearing a frost and snow-colored fairy skirt.
The dress was windless, and while it was swaying, there were dark patterns woven by star tracks floating on the clothes, as if it was covering the entire night sky.
The blue hair on his head was tied into a flying fairy bun with an ice-soul hairpin. Twelve glazed garlands fell between his hair, like the flowing moonlight, reflecting the blood of the man's eyebrows, as red as cinnabar.
The cold eyes were like snow that never melted all year round on the top of the iceberg. There was an amazing sword intent deep in the pupils.
Wangshu's sword was hanging beside him, and the light of the flying sword flowed. When it appeared, the more amazing sword energy spread with the sword intent.
The sword energy spread, within a radius of hundreds of miles, and suddenly the snowflakes like shattered ice crystals fell, but the lights of the sword lights bloomed on the ground.
One man and one sword, hanging high in the sky.
A world of swords within a radius of hundreds of miles.
The many monks present only glanced at him and quickly moved their eyes away, not daring to take a second look.
The uncoherent sword intent gives everyone a clear feeling.
If you stare at this figure in the air, you will be hit by the sword energy.
"Hiss...what's the origin of this person?"
"I didn't feel any strong feelings in the painting before, but now I appear, my breath is so amazing."
"Such powerful and amazing sword intent, if you look at it for a long time, it seems like you will launch a fatal attack on us. I'm afraid... the strongest person of the Xuanyuan Sword Sect, who is famous for his swordsmanship, is it difficult to reach?"
"No matter what origin, if this person appears, he may be able to compete with the resurrection tens of thousands of years ago. I just don't know who will win or lose in the end!"